growing

sometimes, growing can be hard.

it almost like being where i am now is never good enough…

For instance, my social worker told me that my room in the suite im living in could be used for so many other kids on her case load. My gut reaction was just to get super tense and hostile. I felt that way because it was as if I wasnt a kid on her case load! But a colleauge.

Im 18

Im growing

pleaase

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